The Playmates
Homeschool is the best.
It was 10:30 when I was ready to start their day, but since they were having so much fun playing Frozen-Mandalorian together, I decided to clean out our garage instead.
Some of them finally emerged from the trampoline play to come visit me in my workspace, but I got in a solid hour and a half of organizing and cleaning—something that demanded my attention before baseball rolls around.
And a few times there in between packing bags and moving boxes, I snuck some sweaty kisses from my garage-mate, who was simultaneously working out while I cleaned. Not a bad gig.
Not at all.
Not at all.
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